The crimson-gold light barrier teetered on the verge of collapse.
The Ten Great Demon Sages exuded monstrous ferocity!
Hundreds of millions of demon soldiers surged with killing aura like a tide!
Every assault was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart!
The light barrier shook violently, its ripples boiling like water!
Suiren, Youchao, and Zhisheng, the three Great Luo Human Ancestors, were pale as gold paper.
Blood continuously spilled from the corners of their mouths.
After a century of bloody battle, they had long since exhausted themselves.
At this moment, they relied solely on an unyielding will, burning their origins and driving the three treasures to maintain this final protection.
Behind them.
The eight hundred Martial Golden Immortals were all wounded, their auras waning.
Yet they still stood tall, pouring their remaining vital energy and unyielding fighting spirit into the grand formation without reservation!
A million clansmen lay prostrate on the ground.
There was no despair in their eyes, only bone-deep hatred and one final plea.
"Holy Mother Empress! Save your children!" An old woman kowtowed until she bled.
"Sage Master! You passed down the flame of our Human Race. We beg for your mercy!" Suiren cried hoarsely, his voice filled with boundless grief.
"Leader of the Human Teaching! You are the leader of our Human Race. We beg you to show mercy!" Youchao looked toward the Eight Sceneries Palace atop Shouyang Mountain, where violet qi swirled.
"Dao Xuan Sage Master! You watched over our race in the past. We beg you to lend us a hand once more!" Tears streamed down Zhisheng's face.
Countless prayers gathered into a weak yet resilient torrent of faith, piercing through the demon clouds and killing aura, rising straight into the Ninth Heaven and reaching the unseen beings beyond.
Wa Imperial Palace.